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This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their freak on, to get their on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

up, all the homies bang
Round up all the locs, high as the sky
and mash your body, just another day
Real high your pistols ain't reached for the sky
This quarter pound of bomb, a pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from ain't never gonna change
So fuck you from

Semi-automatic shotgun blast a
When I trip then, unload the clip
Not a fuck is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust
And I'm to launch off the hallow heads nigga
Hit the liquor for sure right after I unload the forty-four

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get their on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get their on
To get their drink on, to get their on

Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel
Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a feel older
And another gift from a sweet lick to a cheap
All a nigga get it get rich

Overnight to the top, first class
Miss Lady got a nice ass, as you want to be
just follow me, I'm a southwest G
Team with

Straight giving a fuck, I make a tick know what's up
up, finish up when I bust a nut
I'm in your girl's guts screaming, her feining
Had to put on my team, dreaming

Mack-a-jack the checkered flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the to blast, Miss Niva

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

We organized the killings, don't be the plots
Come around here, you will get
Me and my homeboys run the block
Pop, pop one of they drop

I told y'all niggas come around here
'Cause y'all don't pump no fear
Ain't hard whether the day to dark
Like the fourth of July the candles spark

Always knew I wanted to see
And having paper, have next to G's
Ain't nothing but killers hanging me
Blast any nigga who left to me

So soon we'll take your shit, your ass, fuck your bitch
Never thought it would happen but it did, you
Y'all niggas can't fuck with

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on